Daddy's Surprise Package
"You okay, baby girl?" Dad asked me worriedly. He had no idea the vibrator was roaring inside me.
He thought I was just sick, trying to check my temperature—but his thumb accidentally brushed the remote under my blankets.
The vibrations kicked into overdrive. A moan tore out of me before I could stop it.
Dad leaned closer, his clean, his warm scent flooding my nose, short-circuiting the last of my sanity.
I couldn't resist anymore, pressing his hand against my burning place.
"Dad… please help me."
Chapter 1
Kylie's POV
"Hey, Kylie-this your package?"
Dad's voice called up from downstairs right when I was deep in my stepdad-stepdaughter erotica novel. I stuck my head out the window." Yeah, Dad! I'll come down for it in a minute!"
My face felt hot, still buzzing from the steamy plot I'd just been reading. Down below, Joey was busy in the yard. He was wearing only a white tank top and gray sweatpants, mowing the lawn. The sun made the sweat beads on his neck sparkle as they slid down the sharp lines of his shoulders and arms. When he turned with the mower, the tight fabric clung to his abs, outlining every ridge.
I stared a little too long, my cheeks burning hotter. Joey's body was too perfect-like the male lead in every stepdad-stepdaughter novel I'd been reading. Even a simple swipe of sweat across his forehead felt like something straight out of an erotic teaser.
Yes, Joey is my stepdad, and he's the best person in the world to me. He married Mom when I was seven, and from then on he became my entire world. He's a gentleman, patient, never raises his voice like Mom does. He taught me everything gently with those lake-blue eyes. His broad shoulders was the safest place for me in the world.
"Kylie, be quick. You know your mom will be back any minute."
Mom! The key word hit me like a slap. She never stops nagging me-especially lately, she's been on my case about my addiction to "surprise blind boxes" and threatening tomake me get a part-time job so I won't have time to buy more of what she calls "trash." I hated hearing her nag. I slammed my Kindle shut mid-scene in the stepdad-stepdaughter story, rolled off the bed, and bolted downstairs.
But when I got to the bottom, Joey just gave me a mischievous wink.
"Knew it. Mention your mom and you move like lightning."
I froze. Mom had left early this morning for a party in the next town-she wouldn't be back until tomorrow at the earliest.
"Joey! You liar!"I shrieked and leapt onto Joey like a monkey, attacking him with tickles. He burst out laughing, dropped the mower, and scooped me up, spinning me around in his arms. I froze instantly, terrified of falling, and clung to him with all four limbs. His triumphant laughter rumbled right in my ear. I huffed into his shoulder, dizzy and clinging tighter.
"Kylie, you know you're not a little kid anymore," Joey paused, and let out a soft sigh. But even though he said that, his arms stayed rock-steady under my ass, not a hint of strain or tiredness. I pressed my cheek against the warm skin of his neck, sun-kissed and comforting.
"Don't worry, Joey-you're not old at all. Last time you picked me up from school, my friends asked if you were my brother."
"Really? But I gotta say, you're a hell of a lot heavier than when you were little," he teased. Then he pretended to stagger, lowering me toward the ground. My eyes widened in disbelief and I scrambled higher, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.
"No way-I've been dieting all summer! The scale says I lost ten pounds!" I squealed, wrapping myself tighter around him, refusing to come down. Joey burst out laughing, then tilted backward so I had no choice but to stand. Before I could protest, he spun around, crouched down, hooked his hands under my thighs, and scooped me straight up into his arms-just like he used to do when he picked me up from school, cradling me against his chest with effortless strength.
"Baby girl, Daddy's going to miss you so much," he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine in that sweet way, then brushing a light kiss across my hair. I leaned in, arms wrapping tight around his neck. In one month I'd be leaving for college a thousand miles away. No matter how much I'll miss him, I had to go. I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling that familiar scent-I'd always loved the way he smelled, that same faint cologne for years, like sunshine and fresh-cut grass. I knew I'd miss him a thousand times more than Mom.
The sun was making me dizzy. I clung tighter, legs locked around his waist like an octopus. Then I felt something hard pressed right against my core. At first I thought it was his belt buckle, so I twisted instinctively to ease the pressure-but it wasn't cold metal. It was thick, alive, swelling hotter and heavier every time I moved...And then I remembered: he was wearing sweatpants today.
My face burned, but I didn't stop. I squeezed his waist tighter with my thighs and gave my little ass another wiggle.
Joey suddenly landed a sharp smack on it.
"Settle down, Kylie-you're about to slip right out of Daddy's arms."
As if to prove it, he tightened his arms and pulled me closer into his embrace. His big hands gripped the tops of my thighs like he was scared I'd fall. His body ground against mine, that stiff dick shoving against my panties-I was in a short skirt today, no safety shorts. Through just that thin scrap of fabric, I swore he was almost inside. The thought drove me wild; my panties were soaked through.
"Okay, okay, good girl-we need to get lunch started." Daddy suddenly set me down. He ruffled my hair gently, then turned and headed into the kitchen, the counter blocking his lower half from view.
"-So, baby girl-what're you in the mood for? Lasagna? Or garlic bread with creamy mushroom soup?" I watched Joey walk to the stove, his tank top still damp from whatever project he'd been working on earlier, clinging to every ridge of muscle and the strong line of his back... My mind flashed uncontrollably back to just minutes ago-his solid arms holding me, the fresh-cut grass scent on his skin, and that thick, hard length pressing insistently against me...
No! Kylie-stop!
I shook my head hard, trying to shut down the mess in my brain.
"Anything's fine-whatever you make is great," I mumbled, then turned away, forcing my attention somewhere else. I walked to the doorway, sat on the freshly mowed lawn, and started ripping open the mountain of packages: Amazon's 1-cent "surprise blind boxes", the best choice for me to kill time. They were so cheap that I didn't even remember half of what I'd ordered.
I absentmindedly tore open a few small ones-boring plastic junk-and tossed them into the trash bin nearby. Then I reached for the bigger one. It looked properly packaged, maybe this time there'd be something good...
I opened it with a flicker of hope, and then froze.
A vibrator. Just like the ones I'd seen in porn-a thick, realistic fake dick, complete with veins and ridges, and a little remote control thing right next to it.
"Kylie, any good finds this time?"
Dad's voice came from behind me. My eyes widened.
